Where is Your Armor? You are a valiant soldier. You were chosen to complete this mission and you will with God's great vision. What you need now- is your Armor. You need the belt of truth, to brace against stealthy lies. You need the breatplate of righteousness, to live honorably and ward off sins. You need the gospel of peace, to speak truth against those who deceive. You need the shield of faith, against pesky doubts that try to inflame fear, hate and anxiety. You need the helmet of salvation, to protect your mind so on your soul sin will not dine. You need the sword of the spirit, God's words that slices through even the thickest fog of gloom and doom. Now you are equipped with all you need. With a triumphant heart you can now proceed.
Tag: Poetry Corner
Honesty
Honesty Honesty says yes she was self-serving in serving. Honesty says yes she tried to get ahead on top of your head. Honesty says yes I made many mistakes and was blinded by pride. But - she is ready to make an effort to be better do better and remain honest that she is imperfect.
Grace Untold
Grace Untold I was trapped in hell a decade now, did you not know? There, the demented fire licked at chasm wounds tore at softened bones melting like the liquid lava river I passed by. As I clawed my way out across cracked desert floors, I lost a few things but I got back my soul. From that treacherous escape to the light I had to wrestle, and defeated the demons of the night. On shredded legs I ran like a lightning bolt thanking God. One day perhaps, when I have gotten old I will find the words to write of victory won and grace untold.
The Sinner
The Sinner I am the bride In whiteI am filled with pride I cannot be touched because God loves me so much I have no sins to hide. So you use religion as a crutch But you I know by your lust, depraved mind which makes you blind to the incremental nature of your soul's decline with each monstrous tide. How dear you! With your limited view tell me about sin. There is no fault within and if so it is not for you to spin my sins back into the light. You both are wrong and rather bold, to think you can either of you speak truth when still you are tainted from within by that corrupted man that loves sin.
Vanity!
Vanity! Vanity! All is vanity! The world is a cesspool of vanity. What does it profit a man to gain paper that vanishes? Woe all is a wasteland of vanity. Walk the path set before you look neither left nor right least you stumble lacking insight. the babes are lambs to the slaughter, future sons and daughter lost to vanity. All that is before you vanishes on a breath breathing death of temporance when faced with timely delays. Yea know this, the golden trappings of bliss shimmers like fool's gold.
Peace
Peace Like an avenging angel from the east, bright blue light streaks across the evening sky. It comes unanounced unforseen and discreet to spread a blanket of comforting signs. No place is too far, deep, high or wide that it cannot reach, it must tear down diseased despair, Peace: my peace I give to you. So no fear can reach from anxieties you are released, just believe that you have received this gift so precious so vital to your increase.
Glory Bridge
Glory Bridge Do you see me? Can you feel me? Don't despair I am always here. Crafted from your tears I will appear to colour your world when the end seems near. Do not look to me to light your way. For I bring life and promise to rainy days - as sure as an olive branch. To reach you I have to bend separate and come back together again. The light does come through but this is what is true: I must come to chase away the grey keep hopelessness at bay and bring a promise your way. I will carry you across the byways all the highways, through each maze. woven into each colour is a gift of grace. You shall never be alone.
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